All of them blink.
"The feck's a plane?" Kitt looks to Ophelia and the others.
Ophelia shrugs her shoulders.
Mavus runs a hand to smooth his hair. "It's a device that flies in the air. Like a ship."
They stare at him, then to the others.
"That's cool."
Baccus lifts his drink, "I would do this--" starts to drink it all.
"For fuck's-- Baccus."
Baccus:
He wipes his mouth. "So, when we crash our bodies are relaxed and less likely to break."
They group blinks. "Break?" asks the Kitt, Vix, Tod.
"Yeah, we'd be falling to our death--"
"Baccus!" Ophelia snaps and shelters the kits.
"What---it's true."
Mavus shakes his head. "Okay, maybe a different question. Something nicer? --How do you take your tea, or coffee?"